When salvation emerges

In your field of vision

You might miss it

Even sober eyes look away sometimes

But then

Inside your self of selves

Deep in that place you’re too tender to open

The ground begins to move

As slow as old growth redwoods before

Their seedling broke earth’s sky threshold

Behind your throat, under your heart

Birth pains of the multiverse slowly manifest

Becomings and new belongings

Springs from thew sides of forrest hills

Offering something that wasn’t there before

Will you drink this new stream?

Will the old current keep its claim?

The water always leads somewhere

Surrendering to it’s tides one loosened finger at a time

There are no rafts here

Only the grace to let go

And the sweet shock of the oceans cold

And the off chance that love is real

That all will be well